Conditions are given, inherited. At an artist’s residency, a chair is assigned. A body presses into it, met with soft, spongy, injection-moulded resistance, parabolic in form, ergonomic in ambition. A specific but unspecified body (maybe mine, maybe yours) assumes the place of the “universal” body the chair hopes to account for, takes a seat, learns how to be, how to structure itself into the shape of an ideal, pressed into the mould by the weight of the world. In ways that are prefigured yet unpredictable, it leans back, adjusts the seat height, scoots around a bit, gives it a twirl.

Conditions are given, inherited, but not inevitable. As much as the chair is moulding, it is itself moulded, a recursive circularity of entwined ideals and manifestations. Chair and body; mutual foils; shaping and being shaped, shaping and being shaped; no positive, no negative; no master, no replica.

Conditions are given, inherited, but not inevitable, and certainly not immutable. Repetition begets…